I'm Secretly Married to a Big Shot

Sometimes she wondered what was wrong with Gong Zeli.

He’d already suspected she had harmful motives the first time he met her.

And he assumed that she tricked Mo Yesi into loving and marrying her.

But she married Mo Yesi only because he had used Qiao Chen’s surgery as a stake and forced her to get registered immediately.

She was the one who’d been coerced.

But why did his friends think that she’d schemed to get together with him?

Just because she came from a less well-off family than Mo Yesi and the rest of them? Did that necessarily mean that she had used despicable means to marry him?

At that moment, Qiao Mianmian broke into a smile out of anger.

She’d long known that people were split into various classes.

She also knew that those from vastly different classes hardly got together.

That it was common for the upper classes to look down on the lower classes.

But how was she to know that Gong Zeli would be so explicit about it and find trouble with her time and again? She couldn’t take it anymore.

She was sure she’d never offended him before.

So, did she really deserve to be treated with such disdain just because of her background?

What for?

She didn’t owe him anything.

“Gong Zeli, since we’ve never met, you surely don’t know me well.” Qiao Mianmian took a deep breath and glared at the man before her. “I thought about it over and over again, and I’m sure that I’ve never offended you before. Moreover, this is only our third time seeing each other.

“Don’t you find yourself weird?”

“What?” Gong Zeli’s expression darkened farther.

Qiao Mianmian sneered. “You don’t get me? Let me put it in another way—don’t you think you’re sick in the mind?”

The employees standing around inhaled sharply and then turned to look at Qiao Mianmian with shock and admiration.

Young Master Gong was known for his bad temper.

He was the sort to get physical.

In fact, he’d hit several people before.

But because he was rich and powerful, he never had to worry about the mess he caused.

Anyone who’d been hit by him had no choice but to take it.

Hence, few people dared to provoke him.

And fewer would tell him off in the face.

This girl who appeared gentle and soft… was that sort of person.

Miss Lin, who was with him just now, had already fled.

But the angered Qiao Mianmian had no fear now. She smirked and asked, “You hate me, don’t you? But why?

“You’ve got to have a reason to hate someone, right? Young Master Gong, please tell me what I’ve done to offend you. What made you hate me so much?”

Gong Zeli clenched his fists as a frightening air shifted around him.

He was barely able to hold his anger back.

It seemed like he was going to act up soon.

Just as he was about to release that enormous ball of anger, he caught a whiff of sweet scent.

At that moment, much of his anger dissipated.

He looked up, a little shocked and confused.

Qiao Mianmian had taken a step closer to him, and her eyes were wide and glistening now.